I’ve learned three things about motherhood in the last seven years. Motherhood is hard. Motherhood is glorious. And motherhood is hard. Nothing. Nothing can properly capture a window into a mother’s world. So much magic, so much mundane, so much heartache. But this is my little attempt to keep track of the whirligig of wonder that makes up any mother’s days. And nights. And years. 100 Ways You Know You’re a Mom You are pretty much embarrassment-proof. A trip to keep reading…
There are those who say that this is ordinary. But don’t let that fool you. “Mother” will always be the bravest, least ordinary, most difficult and utterly challenging career that anyone ever hopes to lay claim to. While others might hear, “diaper-changer, food-maker, car-pooler, bottle-washer, laundry-doer, sweat pants-wearer, life-on-hold” wanna be doing anything else woman, the Truth, whether it feels like it some days or not, is that you are in fact a shelter from the storm.You are a Cape keep reading…
It’s cold outside today. Cold and rainy. Zoe has on her blue and white striped leggings and a pony tail that won’t last long. By nap time it will be more tangles than tail and still I like it that way. I was in Dallas last week. And before that I was a bit lost even though I was at home. Lost for words and grateful to have kind friends share encouragement over here. But also a bit lost in keep reading…
I’m afraid of Zoe’s foot getting stuck between the bars of her crib and afraid of Jackson rolling off the top bunk. I’m afraid that the ancient garbage disposal will hack and heave all that old roast beef back up again. I’m afraid that the new passport won’t make it in time for the trip home again. I’m afraid of the words I want to say and some of the words I’ve already said. I’m afraid of Micah losing parts keep reading…
Friday, time to crack open the chocolate ice cream and unscripted version of beautiful you! Got five minutes? Let’s write. Let’s finger paint with words –>{click to tweet}. Let’s just write and not worry if it’s just right or not. Here’s how to play along: 1. Write for 5 minutes flat for pure unedited love of the written word. 2. Link back here and invite others to join in {you can grab the button code in my blog footer} 3. keep reading…
Mandy Scarr
“Don’t let your lack of words keep you from sitting beside her. Let her cry ugly tears, catching them as they fall. That’s all she really needs, that’s all she really wants. She wants you, comfort with clothes on”
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